Glenwood Springs, CO -> Vega State Park, CO — 56.6 miles, 4887 ft
Sometimes on Spokes we are faced with tough decisions. Which lesson should sit out at the upcoming learning festival? When should the driver leave rest stops on days when everyone gets spread apart? Do we end Spokes today and just stay with our hosts forever until the end of time? Unfortunately on the last count, while the answer is clear, the decision to leave our hosts is always a tough one. It was hard getting out the door in the morning and saying bye to Barb, Lindsey, Birdie (their dog), and their fantastic cooking, but we all eventually lumbered towards our bikes and headed towards our first rest stop of the day, a free hot springs a few miles out from town.
The hot springs were surprisingly hot (I know, not sure what I was expecting). The Rs (Ruth and Ramona) got there first and changed into swimwear and bathed for a bit. The rest of us (minus Tian, who skipped the stop) pulled up a short while after and waded.
View leaving Grand Junction
Our fav dynamic duo hits the hot springs first
dap…..?
DAP!!!!!
Drying off
Once again, we peeled ourselves away from a place we could stay forever and biked together to the next stop. For some reason, we often ride together when Sarah is the driver for the day. It’s not on purpose, I think…? Or perhaps Sarah has some deep, sinister vibes that subconsciously poison the will to form a seven-rider peloton when someone else is driving 😬
I was feeling a bit slower today on the bike and my chain was making weird noises, so I troubleshooted at the second rest stop. I also found out the sushi wrap that Ruth had made me last night went missing! Not a great rest stop. And right before we set out again, Ruth broke the news that Ozzy Osborne had died. After explaining to some of the team who he was (and also why it was incredible that he made it to 76 in the first place), I put in my AirPods and played my favorite Black Sabbath songs. RIP Ozzy
In between rest stops 2 and 3 lay a long gravel climb. Despite the surface and the elevation, the climb was a reminder of how far we’ve all come as bikers since the start of the trip. When all of us are getting faster and more skilled on the bike, it’s hard to tell how much I’ve improved sometimes; however, I know a climb like this would have obliterated me on the first week of the trip. Now, it’s quite manageable. We reached the top and waited for one another. I took a scenic piss.
At the top of the climb
Tian selfie
Greta cannot figure this 0.5 selfie thing out
Ruth nails it first try
After leaving the last rest stop for the day, I biked with Greta and Ishaq to the campground. I finished my Ozzy tribute ride and took my earbuds out, Greta marveled about the Earth being round (?), and we tackled the final climb with some help from Fiona Apple over Greta’s speaker. The views coming into Vega State Park were gorgeous and our campsite was right next to the lake.
Ramona went for a shower/swim. The others went for actual showers. I helped Sarah chef up her signature Spokes meal — grilled cheese. After taking some very involved, personalized orders, we decided that the meal sounds a lot better advertised as custom melts instead of just grilled cheese. When it was my turn, I put literally every possible topping available on my two melts, made my bowl of tomato soup, and rocketed off to heaven. After dinner, Ruth, Joseph, and I drove to the campground facilities (rather far away since we were at the other end of the lake) and I showered while they did the dishes. I came out to see the sunset bathing the sky in warm red, yellow, purple, and pink hues. I helped out with the last few dishes, joining what was easily the most scenic dish washing experience I’ve ever had. Ruth and I also tried the tiny playground slide and I stung her with a nasty shock at the bottom. It was bad. Joseph heard and saw the spark from 20 feet away. We both screamed.
Dinner ████████▒▒ 80%
Campfire ft. Ramona making smores
Golden hour views from the dish washing station
Greta and her garbanzo beans
Late night campfire relaxation
When we got back, some of us sat around the camp fire, relaxed, and stared at the mesmerizing flames. Ishaq broke the tranquil trance from inside one of the tents by cracking a Sprite. After chatting for a bit, we dispersed for bed. Ruth and I played a couple hands of Gin Rummy with a cheeky hanging iPhone flashlight rig. Another Spokes day in the books — I feel maybe our coziest yet!
**EDIT: migrated the quiz to a new site! the old quiz was buggy, but has all the bios at the end if you’re curious.
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P.S. Sorry about the late blog! I officially entered (and am now exiting) the three-blogs-behind club 😞. Because I am vain and need the blog views (and I worked hard on the quiz :)), I am leaving this blog up at the top of the blog page and I will backdate it when someone else publishes a more recent blog.
Frisco, CO to Glenwood Springs, CO — 93.9 mi, 3,266 ft
The morning is uneventful. We wake up, take down the tents in the backyard we didn’t even end up using, and wash dishes we were too lazy to do last night. I clean the rice pot 😫(cleaning the rice pot is not fun).
The bike ride starts off with amazing mountain views, ones that rival those I’ve seen in Switzerland — yes I did study abroad there thanks for asking. I’ve loved biking through Colorado and would honestly consider moving here, which is a pretty big deal because I’ve only ever considered the coasts before.
For our second rest stop, we enter an extreme tourist trap a cute market area called Vail Village. We hop off our bikes and thread our way through the crowds. I love markets and I love crowds, so I’m very excited about this rest stop. Once we park the bikes, we disperse. Sarah consumes a $6 loaf of banana bread and a lemonade with berry tea and passionfruit boba of an undisclosed price. Ishaq also finds himself with a most definitely overpriced drink. I don’t think I see Tian but I’m sure she’s having a great time.
I’m planning on laying in the sun and peacefully listening to the live music when Charles starts inquiring if anyone wants to play cornhole. I decide that yes, I do want to play cornhole, despite the fact that I suck at throwing and despite my fear of Charles trash-talking the fact that I suck at throwing.
Greta and I team up against Charles and Joseph. Ramona spectates. The rules are that a bean bag on the board is 1 point, and a bean bag in the hole is 3. The winner is the first to get 21, and opposing teams’ scores cancel each other out each round (e.g. if I get bean bag in hole but Joseph gets bean bag on board, the score is 2-0 not 3-1). Charles and Greta are standing across from me and Joseph. My memory is a bit foggy, but here is my best recollection of the events that took place:
Joseph starts out strong with bean bag straight in the hole. Greta and I think we’re cooked.
We shortly realize that was just a lucky shot and Joseph is in fact not good at cornhole.
Charles is also not good at cornhole.
Greta and I are good at cornhole.
Joseph almost gets bean bag in hole but it stops short. I shouldn’t be able to get my bean bag in hole without knocking his in, but against all odds I manage the impossible.
Charles gets a rare bean bag in hole, but Greta follows through with her own bean bag in hole, cancelling out all of Charles’ effort.
The score is 18-? (some low number). Greta and I need exactly 3 points to win. Joseph shoots. Bean bag off board. I shoot. Bean bag on board. +1 point. Joseph shoots. Bean bag off board. I can’t get a bean bag in the hole without going over 21 points, so I aim for bean bag on board. I get bean bag on board. +2 points. Joseph needs to get something if his team wants any hope of winning. Bean bag off board. I breathe deep. I hope for bean bag on board… bean bag hits grass… bean bag BOUNCES ONTO BOARD! +3 POINTS!! WE WIN!!!
If you didn’t read any of that, all you need to know is that Greta and I crush Joseph and Charles at cornhole.
Honestly, the middle of the ride was kind of forgetful compared to the epicness that occurred at Vail Village. The scenery turned more desert-y, and the air got a little warmer. I call my dad at rest stop 3, and he watches me eat spaghetti in front of the massive USPS sign I’m sitting in front of. It’s his brother’s birthday tomorrow, so my parents are preemptively celebrating at his house. I wave hi to my uncle and cousins, and they also watch me eat spaghetti in front of the massive USPS sign.
For the next stretch, I draft Greta for a while since I’m feeling lazy, then we catch up to Ishaq, and the three of us bike together.
I forgot to mention it’s Ishaq’s birthday!! Woo. We are secretly planning on getting him a cake, but Greta feels bad when Ishaq inquires about it. She cryptically responds with “good things come to those who wait,” which clearly indicates to Ishaq that we are in fact planning on getting him a cake. Good job, Greta👍
Rest stop 4 is actually laughable. We break at Dulce Tentacion, a very pink dessert shop. Everybody sits there silently for an uncomfortable amount of time, too tired to say anything. Except actually, Ishaq and I are full of energy so we’re just looking around and laughing at everyone else. I have no idea what’s wrong with the group but I’m having a great time.
Ramona and I continue biking together. We go through a tunnel with a sign that says “make noise through tunnel.” So of course we scream. (Since then Ramona and I shout anytime we’re in a tunnel together.)
Rest stop 5 is nearly is laughable as 4. Everybody is actually passed out, particularly Sarah and Joseph. Tian is nowhere to be found. I’m hungry so I eat mayo with rice — yes it was good. I have way too much energy for my own good, so Ramona and I head off again.
It’s so warm out that we start scheming to find a body of water to jump into. We did it yesterday, so why not two days in a row? We find a great spot to hop in the Colorado River. Unable to swim due to the speedy current, we resign ourselves to squatting. Ramona sees a fish, and I’m jealous so I also try to see a fish. Ramona is greedy so she wants to see another fish. We keep hearing splashing but turn our heads too late to see anything. After 5 minutes of fish hunting, we decide to give up on the elusive aquatic creatures and keep biking.
As we approach Glenwood Springs, Ramona expresses her disdain for the seven do not enter/one way/wrong way signs lined up next to each other at one road. I reply with “Americans are stupid.” She nods.
We finally arrive at Greta’s aunt’s house in Glenwood Springs. Barb and Lindsay greet us warmly, as well as their demure dog, Birdie. We have an incredible dinner of vegan quinoa curry, one that is also laughably silent and one that Ishaq yet again attempts, and fails, to revive. Oh, and apparently none of the nearby stores carry the type of fruit cake/tiramisu that picky Ishaq likes, so he actually will have to wait. Happy birthday, dude!
Today’s a big day. We’re set to cross over the continental divide, a true dividing line that separates East from West. And any big day needs a big breakfast. The team ate a final breakfast at Amanda’s place, preparing for the day with the single most elevation gain of the entire trip. Some people are nervous, some are anxious, but we’re all determined.
We set off at different times, with Ruth, Tian, and Ramona in front, Charles and Greta in the middle, and me and Sarah in the back. The big climb of the day was the long ascent to Loveland Pass, the highest point of the whole trip, but the climbs at the beginning were no joke either. I could see the glistening glaciers at the top of the Rockies in the distance. We would have to pass up and over those later in the day, but first we had to descend to the I-70 corridor, nestled in one the few valleys in the Colorado Rockies that go east to west and are big enough to hold settlements and something like a major Interstate. We descended 1000ft down a steep dirt road into the Black Hawk, the gambling capital of Colorado. There, Sarah and I stopped at our first cafe of the day, where Charles and Greta were also around… except Charles was busy playing poker at a nearby casino!
distant obstacles
glistening glaciers in the distance
top of the 1000ft descent (It was a rough ride down)
first cafe
Black Hawk!
Charles gambling
After I munched on a delicious cheese Danish, we continued on, climbing out of Black Hawk, up and over another steep mountain pass, then descending 1600 feet down a winding dirt road to Idaho Springs. It was both terrifying and beautiful, with the sharp drops being both an ever present danger and opening up wide vistas into the distant mountains and the thousands of cars zooming across these once impassible mountains. Sarah’s back tire kept on leaking, so I would wait at the bottom of a steep descent for her. This process happened multiple times until we eventually got off of the somewhat treacherous Virginia Canyon Road, leaving the two of us quite a bit behind the frontrunners of the day. We stopped at the second cafe in a row, and while I was inside, Ishaq seemed to go mad. He threw my bike onto the ground and chucked one of my water bottles across the parking lot! I came back to the scene of the crime confused and angry. Ishaq denies the allegations placed against him, but he has no alibi. I know it was you. Ishaq.
starting the 1600ft descent down Virginia Canyon Rd
views
more views + bike
I did Sarah right with this one
winding down the mountainside
the valley down below
cold-weather gear (it’s chillyup here)
uh oh, it became dirt and there’s no more guardrail
they say its called “oh my god” road
second cafe in a row
We continued on, slowly making miles as the elevation ticked up, foot by foot. There was beautiful scenery wherever I looked. Gushing rivers, evergreen trees moving against the wind, and boundless mountain vistas in every direction. Today felt like more of a pure adventure than any other day of the trip. I passed through Georgetown, a small town with a passenger railway going up to a mountain pass. I was very happy to actually catch the train making its way down the mountainside.
nice lake
more nice lake
on route 6
cool rail bridge
I wonder where it goes
above the valley we go
Nice vistas
so that’s where the railway goes
I caught the train on camera!
lively rivers all around
Bakerville to Loveland trail
At the third rest stop, I realized there really would be no catching up to the frontrunners of the day. They were only two miles from the top! We still had over 2000 feet of climbing over 10 miles to go. We continued on, slowly climbing ever higher. The road wasn’t actually all that steep compared to previous climbs, but the sheer elevation and endurance game meant that things were very slow going. I spent so long staring at each foot of elevation gained on my bike computer, watching the number get further and further away from anything I’ve ever done before. Eventually, I could see the top of the pass. It really does feel like I’m climbing up to the top of the world.
the high rockies in the distance
oh boy, here goes nothin’
ascending above the tree line
always gotta look good for the camera
just a few more pushes to the top
winding up for what feels like forever
the I-70 tunnel that bypasses Loveland Pass (bikes aren’t allowed)
A few minutes later, I saw the van, and the Loveland Pass sign right next to it. As I like to do when I’m close to the end, I sped up to reach the top. I had done it. I conquered the biggest climb, the highest high of our journey. Sarah trailed behind me, reaching the top a minute or so later. With this, Spokes conquered Loveland Pass. What a day.
the frontrunners at the top
views from the top
Triumphant Ruth
Ramona at the top of the world
Tian’s got heart
Greta posing at the top
first group photo (me and Sarah are mid-climb)
We made it!
dynamic duo fr fr
true nonchalant
the high rockies aren’t so distant anymore
we just climbed all that
Charles getting some time on the powder
…Except we still had 20 something miles left to go. And it was 5pm. So at this point I started zooming down the backside of Loveland Pass. What a lovely reward for our hours and hours of climbing. 2600ft of descent over 8 and a half miles. And just like that I was out of altitude. After waiting 10 or so minutes for Sarah (she is a lot more cautious on descents than I am), we continued on a series of bike paths towards the Dillon Reservoir, the big lake that the town of Frisco sits on. This part of the country really is just so beautiful.
descending Loveland Pass, very pretty
It just goes down and down and down and down and –
what a lovely trail
The Dillon Reservoir!
The cool mountain air kept my spirits up as we continued toward Sapphire Point, the site of our last rest stop. Unbeknownst to us, there was a wedding happening at the same time. So we basically became a bunch of wedding crashers. I can see why they picked this location for a wedding, though. Its absolutely stunning.
Ruth befriending a chipmunk
Saphire Point
Tian gotta get her pics in
wedding crashers
awwwww
awwwwww part 2
We descended down to the surface of the reservoir as we followed its coast into Frisco. Ruth and Ramona had the idea to dip into the water for a swim, and independently Charles and Greta came up with the same idea.
Ruth bathing in glacial waters
meeting up with Charles and Greta
they took a dip too
them struggling to step over the rocks
The sun slowly started to sink below the mountains as we made Sarah and I, finally ahead of the middle of the pack, made it into the quaint town of Frisco. Nearing the end, I saw two blobs ahead that looked suspiciously like Ruth and Ramona! We had finally caught up with them. It turns out that this duo had spent the last couple of hours goofing around in all sorts of places, including downtown Frisco.
biking into Frisco
Frisco’s downtown
I sped ahead of them to make it to the finish line as second of the group, very satisfied to have beat most of the team when I was so far behind… and also because I had a long, long drive ahead of me. You might remember that I lost my prescription sunglasses way back on Day 35. If you pay close attention to any pictures of me with shades from day 36 onwards, you might notice a different pair of sunglasses every day. I’ve actually been borrowing the driver’s glasses this whole time! It does mean that I am biking with impaired vision, but I’m not so blind that I can’t manage without. Its just very annoying, especially on gravel. Turns out that I had in fact left them at the church we stayed at in Macksville, KS and the nice people there had them mailed to Black Hawk, a place they would surely get to before us… not. They in fact were delivered the day after we left! I now had no choice but to drive all the way back to Black Hawk to grab them. What a tragedy. Thankfully, our Black Hawk host Amanda offered to meet me halfway in Idaho Springs. And so the plan was set. I would drive our van through mountainous I-70 in the cover of darkness to grab my shades. And that was AFTER one of the most physically intense cycling days of the whole trip. And to top it all off, our now nearly empty roof storage decided to start intensely THUMPing against the roof of the van continuously for the entire ride… I was quite shaken after that drive, and when I finally met up with Amanda she had the bright idea of taking the roof storage off of the roof of the car. The drive back was much more relaxing. And now I had my shades! Yay.
Driving to Idaho Springs
Entering the same I-70 tunnel I photographed from above
This thing is loooong
Everyone else eating dinner while I drive
It was a long day full of trials and tribulations, but also with adventure and beauty. So much experienced, all in one day. All the emotions I feel and everything I experience, this is what it means to live, to be human. I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
Hi, hi! This might be the latest I’ve published a blog yet. Various other things were occupying my mind, things like leaking tires and the learning festival in Denver, and upcoming Hors Catégorie climbs, and going to the sauna… I’m sorry! Regardless, I still remember day 41, because it was one of my favourite cycling days and I have LOTS of pictures, so let’s get into it!
Me and a newspaperRuth with a piece of newspaper after wrongly accusing Charles of making 2 mistakes on the crossword (he made 1).
I started the morning by checking the crossword puzzles some people had done the previous night. I came to the conclusion I would most definitely have not been able to solve them, but crosswording is a skill I do wish to acquire. However, me and Ruth did some easier ones, such as a word scrabbler. But she soon headed out on her side quest of getting her hair done. The rest of us did not start the ride particularly early, but at some point I stopped thinking about it, because it should have been a pretty short, easy day – almost 67 miles and reasonable elevation with no major climbs. The views were incredible, truly, I was still filled with awe whenever I noticed the mountains in the distance, even though we had been seeing them for the past two days.
Charles checking his tire pressure before the ride. If you look very closely, you can see the mountains behind the trees.Us setting offIshaq’s head and the view while stopped at a red light
Getting out of Colorado Springs was kind of annoying, with its many traffic lights and watching for cars, but then we made it on the trails. The trails! New Santa Fe Trail, Greenland Trail, some city bike paths on the way, Plum Creek Trail, Daniels Park trails and then bike paths in Denver. Many trails. Some gravel, some paved, with nice turns, little hills here and there and great views of the fields and the mountains. I have way too many pictures and none of them do the scenery justice.
One of the incredibly long trains that passed us.Charles apparently found some bones.Me happySarah climbing that hill
Somewhere in between those pictures was one of the best rest stops we have had, topped only by Buc-ee’s, maybe, it was a whole lake! While most people were paddleboarding or in boats, we feared not and got in the water. It was great!
Me looking like a seal.The brave people who swam across, some in the kit.Sarah conquering the lake.
But the adventures did not end there. Around mile 33 we found out that a road found on Ride with GPS does not exist in reality. Some of us, including me made the decision to continue on the highway, but others were determined to find the trail and instead went off road. So, while Tian, who had headed out first, was enjoying her boba at the next rest stop in Castle Rock, Greta, Charles and Ishaq were in some field, somewhere.
Tian and bobaOff-roaders
Anyway, after that we we were heading to a viewpoint in Daniels Park, which involved a short, but suspicious stretch of highway and then a category 3 climb. We got hit by a some slightly stormy weather, but it stopped raining before I got to the top. Tian mostly escaped the rain and Sarah hid to wait it out. But at the top we were greeted by some more incredible views.
Cows observing me climbing.Heading to Daniels ParkRainSarah being cheekyThe viewsTrail heading out of Daniels Park viewpoint
With that we were heading into Denver. That was a combination of paved paths and crossing 6 lane streets (which truly scare me, there is almost no gaps!). At the end everyone successfully, although slowly had made it to Denver, where we were welcomed by Maud and Dave, had some great food, before getting ready for the learning festival the next day, examining our slowly leaking tires and going to sleep.
Uncharacteristically, I have no pictures of that. But this day with its adventure and a bit of chaos probably goes into my top 7 Spokes days so far. It was full of awe inspiring views, challenging in unexpected ways and I got to spend it with some great people. Could not ask for anything more.
Fowler, CO to Colorado Springs, CO — 99.7 mi; 4,127 ft
Why did the chicken cross the road?
I don’t know. Why?
To get to Colorado Springs, and the chicken is me.
Perhaps the best joke in the history of MIT Spokes 2025, courtesy of Ramona.
Ramona eating breakfast while calling family.
I woke up on the floor of the Trinity Lutheran Church, having had the best sleep I’d had in the past three days. Pew cushions did wonders. I was grateful for the driver (Ruth) alarm clock because I didn’t have to worry about setting my own alarm. My morning routine usually consists of packing up my sleeping bag and pad if we needed them, packing up my clothes and chargers, bringing my bags to the car, uploading the route onto my bike computer (preferably done the night before), pumping my tires, lubing my bike chain, filling my water bladder, and eating breakfast. I finished my tasks earlier than others today and set off before 8 am with the driver’s permission to tackle a long day and hills for the first time in a while.
On the road, I wanted to continue listening to my audiobook, The Hobbit, but alas, Spotify limited their audiobook listening hours, and I reached my monthly limit. A horrendous display of capitalism, if you ask me. So instead, I listened to 2000s pop on the first leg of the ride to the first rest stop. It’s fascinating how much popular music changed over the last 20 years. I also ruminated over the missing nose bridge on my sunglasses.
Changing landscapes and other Spoksies on their ride
After the first rest stop, I didn’t see the rest of the bikers for the next 80 miles and embarked on an adventure by myself. I skipped a second rest stop, which is a cafe in Pueblo, because I didn’t want to ride an extra mile into the city. However, I heard later that Pueblo is a cute city with many colors and tiny boats. After leaving Pueblo, I faced my first obstacle: a trail closure. Normally, I would’ve just biked past the sign, but the size of the sign made me pause. I rang up Ruth to inquire about next steps. Then, I saw another biker coming from the other side of the sign. Surely, the road can’t be that bad if other bikers are riding on the trail. Two thousand miles on the road have emboldened me to ignore signs. I pressed on and found out why there was a road closure. Construction for a new bridge caused chaos in a section of the road, but nothing I couldn’t walk through. Looking at the half-built bridge, I realized that any of the unsecured concrete platforms above me could crush me.
After more riding, I encountered Interstate 25 with a 75 mph speed limit. The number of cars on this highway was overwhelming, but the large shoulder offered some semblance of safety. The exits are the trickiest to bike across because you never know if a car is exiting when they are moving so fast. I was looking forward to rest stop 3, but surprise! It’s closed! I moved on, and after ignoring Joseph’s route that would have taken me off Interstate 25, I finally made it to rest stop 4. I am finally resting at a cafe after fifty miles of continuous biking. Luckily, the weather wasn’t too hot today, and 2 liters of water were enough to carry me through those miles.
I met Ruth! Finally, after hours of not seeing anyone. I heard about the epic battle of squirrels that stole Ramona’s Rice Krispies. An intelligent squirrel dug into Ramona’s snack pouch, climbed up a tree, and opened the package. A second squirrel became jealous and went up the tree. What happens next is only known to the two squirrels and the tree. Ramona, of course, was delighted by this event and didn’t stop the theft. This was the highlight of Ramona’s ride. Today was a particularly difficult biking day for Ramona, and her efforts to cheer herself up led to the birth of the best chicken joke in the history of Spokes. Charles got a stomach ache and ate a banana. He became enchanted by the phrase “Monkey no cramp” for the next few minutes and repeated it to everyone, slightly disappointed that no one got the reference.
For the rest of the ride, I took many detours from the planned route to avoid gravel. Greta thinks I have PTSD because of my gravel fall. My detours brought me on highways without shoulders and mud paths. The annoyed Colorado Springs drivers were not happy with me and drove very close to me. But hey! At least there wasn’t gravel. Speaking of gravel, I later learned that Greta rode into a bush and Sarah took her first fall of the trip during a steep descent. Luckily, they were ok. I, of course, walked down the gravel descent because I wasn’t about to risk falling.
Beautiful view right before gravel descent
My solo ride today was littered with thoughts. Looking at Google Maps, I realized we came halfway across the country. I felt an impending sense of ending. I dislike when things end because I am a creature of habit. I cope with endings by distancing myself from the thought of it. If we are meant to meet again, we will. However, this time, I am not only saying goodbye to a place or a people, I am also saying goodbye to a way of life, a journey. Despite all its difficulties, I enjoy my current lifestyle and the people I am spending 24/7 with. I am also surprised by how much I am getting along with my teammates and how much I like them.
Spokes had taught me a lot about myself. I realized that I need alone time in order to recharge my social battery. However, I am more capable of living and traveling with others than I formerly thought. With teammates who pull their weight, take responsibility, and care for others, Spokes is more effective and efficient together than any of us individually. I thought my biggest challenge on this trip was being vegan. While other Spokies joke about it, I found the crew to be respectful and accommodating. Perhaps, I actually don’t hate traveling with others, and I am more adaptable than I formerly thought. On the topic of adaptability, while I always enjoy a good bed (and prefer it), I can sleep almost anywhere. While I don’t regularly exercise, I can bike for hours every day. My newfound physical capability encourages me to pick up other physical challenges in the future.
Beautiful landscapes to accompany my thoughts
My travels around the world have made me more spiritual. I believe that everything happens for a reason. I couldn’t exactly place why I am doing Spokes right now. What lessons am I supposed to learn here at this time? Today’s youth suffer from the abundance of choices. My travels, in some ways, are a direct consequence of my commitment issues. Where do I want to live? What do I want to work in? How do I want to spend my life? I recognize that not everyone has this privilege. Privilege also comes with responsibility not only to oneself but also to the world. That responsibility can be paralyzing. In some ways, I am a chicken, too, and I am not sure why I am crossing this road.
With these thoughts swirling around in my head and music from The Greatest Showman in my ears, I pulled up to the beautiful home of Greta’s grandparents. Ruth had already unloaded the car. I finally saw the rest of my team and realized that I missed them today. David and Kathy (Greta’s grandparents) served delicious food for snacks and dinner. We ate the sweetest watermelon of the trip and tortillas with amazing toppings while watching the sunset from the balcony of their beautiful home. I also taught Charles a card game (Star Realms) and lost embarrassingly twice.
Little GretaSpokie Shenanigans in Greta’s grandparent’s home.
Since I didn’t get to spend much time with the Spokies, I asked them what their favorite things to do on the bike are to spice up this blog.
Ruth doesn’t like to think about anything when she is biking, but otherwise, she enjoys listening to music while riding (a recent discovery after 30 days of silent ears) and talking to people. She doesn’t like to listen to podcasts and audiobooks because she doesn’t like missing words.
Ramona is a big thinker and actually hates not having things to think about. Some recent topics she thought about are planning MIT classes and how to downscale the amount of stuff she owns. One thing she has planned is embarking on a self-supported bike trip once she returns to Latvia.
Ishaq enjoys going fast and riding hard. He will bend over, get on drop bars, and listen to music if it means he can go fast and ride hard. He enjoys talking to people unless the roads are good for going fast and riding hard. He enjoys riding with one other person, but specifically when you don’t know who is accelerating to go faster, yet still, you can’t be the person to say, ‘go slower’, so you have to go fast and ride hard. He dislikes riding slow. In other news, he enjoys shenanigans and antics such as swerving next to people, hopping on the bike, and yapping
Joseph likes going faster. He also enjoys riding with people, bopping to music, and enjoying the scenery.
Greta likes to talk. She also loves blasting music on her speaker that everyone likes. Otherwise, she enjoys calling people from the real world, including her mom.
Charles likes to think about existential dread. He also enjoys talking to people, which extends to calls with family. Otherwise, Charles listens to music.
Sarah enjoys calling her sister and friends while biking. She also enjoys listening to music, pop, Jpop, and Kpop.
Tian (me) enjoys a healthy balance of talking to people and being alone. She enjoys biking slow, even better if she barely notices that she is biking. While she is alone, she likes to listen to audiobooks when it is quiet and to summer pop when it isn’t. She saves her favorite playlist, music from musicals, for the latter half of her rides to lift her spirits. Otherwise, she occasionally thinks about logistics for Spokes and conversations to resolve conflicts. In general, she doesn’t like to think and lets biking be meditation.
Today, I was hit with the big trifecta of chores: blogging, laundry, and driving tomorrow. Since a driver’s power unofficially begins at the end of the previous day’s bike ride, I had many tasks to accomplish tonight. Naturally, I had to slack on one of them — this meant publishing my blog the day after. Apologies.
I wake up at 7am to Tian shrieking (she’s today’s driver). I mumble a half-asleep complaint and tumble off the three chairs I slept on. I roll up the sleeping mat I didn’t end up using, then pause right before rolling up my sleeping bag. I usually have a specific order I do my morning tasks in (put away sleeping gear, change to biking clothes, pack my bags, eat, pump bikes…) but today I had a crazy thought — screw it. Let me try something new. I leave my sleeping bag unfurled, brush my teeth, then eat breakfast with Ramona, who always wakes up earlier than the rest of us. Doing things backwards is refreshing after over five weeks of the same exact morning routine, and yes I know the fact that this was so exhilarating to me is slightly concerning.
Ramona and I — the dynamic duo — head out with Sarah and Joseph — the equally dynamic, albeit newer, duo. Ishaq had already left, and Greta and Charles are shortly behind. The high for today was 83 °F, so naturally Sarah, our Vegas native, felt “cold.”
A bit into the ride, Ramona receives a phone call. She initially tries to talk through the wind, but pulls over once she realizes she can’t hear anything. I dutifully pull over too, while Sarah and Joseph abandon us. It sounds kind of urgent, and I realize what the fuss is about as soon as Charles sends a picture to the group chat.
Good job, Charles
Greta had called Ramona, the gear expert, to ask for her expert advice on Charles’ screw-in-tire situation. Ramona agrees that Tian should pick Charles up and go to a parking lot where he can attempt to patch up the hole with a plug kit. Ramona begs Tian to let us know where they pull over so she can spectate (nerd). Tian unfortunately opts for a grocery store we had already passed to kill two birds with one stone, so Ramona and I continue pedaling to rest stop 1.
Rest stop 1 is short since Tian and Charles and the van with all our supplies are nowhere near. The unofficial dynamic trio of me, Ramona, and Greta, who we picked up at the rest stop, bike and chat. My dad calls me in the last 5 miles and I tell him how the day’s going so far. When I mention the lightning storm from two days ago, he mentions a similar story from his youth, when he walked for hours in torrential rain in the middle of a forest in Ethiopia. I love hearing stories from my parents’ youth. It’s almost like they lived full lives before I was born.
Unrelated proof that my dad is hilarious
At rest stop 2, a trusty Dollar General, Ramona and I pull up to a loud POP. Charles is trying out a new plug kit combo, and it apparently burst at 45 PSI right as we arrive. Ramona is excited that she finally gets to witness the (attempted) repair of our worst bike damage yet, so while Sarah, Joseph, and Greta leave, I dutifully wait by Ramona for another half hour (spoiler alert: I do not see Ishaq the entire ride, he’s too far ahead). We come to the conclusion that Charles should in fact not bike for the rest of the day, and that he should try to fill his initially tubeless tire with a tube, which will supposedly provide an impermanent but stable solution to the screw issue. I suggest to Ramona that Charles ride my bike tomorrow, since I’m driving and he has pretty short legs, but this great solution is ignored.
By this point, everyone is wayyy ahead of us, so Tian, Ramona and I agree the van can skip rest stop 3 so the others don’t have to wait for supplies as long. Ramona and I pull up to the gas station rest stop anyway to refill our waters with ice, and to our surprise, the van is there! Apparently, Tian is easily susceptible to the whims of others. Specifically Charles and his lottery addiction. At least he wins $40.
Ramona and I leave rest stop 3 at 2:10pm. We are informed that rest stop 3, a cafe, closes at 3pm. There are 11.7 miles. I am determined to make it. We zoom there, our last 2 miles at an average speed of 20 mph. Ramona casually called her parents in the midst of this speedy ride, one-handed — they had just finished eating dinner after a fun day of mountain orienteering and quarrying. We make it to the cafe a minute before closing! Turns out the baristas do not care at all about us staying overtime, because I lounge on the couch far after 3pm. Also shoutout to Tian for letting me try her pear peach apricot smoothie 😌
The last 18 mile stretch is surprisingly quick. Ramona and I arrive at our church for the night, and find it entirely empty save for all the Spokies’ bikes and bags. Apparently Pastor Wayne graciously let everyone shower at his house, so we make the long, 5 minute trek to his place of residence. Everyone’s finished showering, except Greta and Charles who are crazy and decided to go on a run (more so Greta, Charles was a bum in the car today). Ishaq asked for the password at the door, Ramona correctly answered “password,” and we were allowed in. I stayed at the Pastor’s house until everyone was done showering so I could start the laundry, then Greta and I walked back to join some church members at dinner. We were greeted with burgers and a mix of freshly grown fruits and veggies, including Fowler’s very own cantaloupe specialty. Yum!
Post dinner, I unload our food from the cooler into the fridge. Then I walk back to the Pastor’s house to do some more laundry, and Greta graces me with her presence on the walk. We run into a bunch of cats on the way! The cats apparently all live in one house!! I count 16 total!!! I go back to the church to get my phone to take pictures of the cats, and Ramona follows me out. We squeal at how cute they are — fine, I squeal at how cute they are. At the same time, the sky starts looking like a renaissance painting, so we take flicks of that as well. I knock out at 9:30pm after a long day, gleefully knowing that I’d get to wake everyone up at 6:30am the next day, however I want 😈
I awoke at 4:30 am to Ruth full on launching herself onto the bed where Charles and I slept. Ruth cracked her nose on Charles’ knee upon impact, causing sudden onset bleeding. I was pretty bewildered, but it turned out that Ruth couldn’t bear to share the same bed as her partner for the night, Ishaq, for any longer. Ruth gets pretty terrible sleep already, so an active sleeper is a bad person for her to share a bed with. She switched places with Charles, and we all went back to sleep.
We later awoke played out our usual morning routine. The inn that the church in Lakin had graciously provided us rooms in had self-serve breakfast, a nice change from our usual make-your-own breakfast. Eventually, we got ready to leave. Today was an unusual combination of people for me. Charles, Greta, and Ishaq would be my riding partners for the day. I had ridden with Charles and Greta a few times before independently, but Ishaq is usually chasing PRs, so it’s not often I get to ride with him, much less everyone in such a large group. This group was full of a lot of the speedsters of the group, though, which led to a fun dynamic for the day. Ruth, Tian, and Ramona left earlier than us, but we eventually caught up. They would leave rest stops before us, but we would always catch up. At one point, we passed them while performing the Indonesian Boat Racing Dance Formation, which we later all attempted as a big group.
The morning group with Charles and Greta (Ishaq is flying up ahead)Cruisin’ through the Plains
Indonesian Boat Racing Dance
Pretty early in the ride we crossed into Mountain Time, a first for my 19 years on this Earth. A short while later, we crossed into Colorado! This marked the end of our 8-day stretch in one of the flattest states in the Union. It’s not like we had left the Great Plains yet, though. Eastern Colorado contains the High Plains, and it’s pretty darn big. We wouldn’t be able to even see the Rockies for another two days. There is some interesting stuff in this region of Colorado, though, like the site of the Amache Internment Camp in the small town of Granada, CO. It’s a bit strange being in the middle of nowhere and then passing through a site where thousands of Japanese Americans were held in WWII. Apparently, the townspeople treated them well, but they were still treated like POWs by the government. We weren’t able to see the site up close, but I could see the ruins from afar.
Chilling at a Dollar GeneralMountain Time! (without the mountains)Kansas Conquered!
After our stop in Granada, I was feeling particularly good. In fact, I could feel endless energy emanating from my legs. It was go time. I turned on the music and led the pack for the next 10 miles. I was zooming. A quick 30 minutes later, we made it to our first gas station in Colorado. Charles bought a bunch of scratch offs to commemorate our new state, and wouldn’t you believe it, he won big time. This win was big enough to offset all of his losses in Kansas. Colorado was off to a good start.
Leading the pack
We eventually made it to our church in Lamar, and sure enough, I set a lot of PRs. I was averaging 23 miles an hour for that stretch! What a good day for cycling… as long as you ignore my seemingly chronic finger numbness. It really doesn’t want to go away. RIP my nerves, I guess.
Woot Woot
I spent some time before dinner hashing out details with Ramona about our road trip back to Boston. For those of you who are unaware, once the team makes it to San Francisco, most people are going to eventually fly back to wherever life takes them next. But not me or Ramona. We’ve been tasked with driving our van, gear, and bikes back to Boston. It was cheaper than buying a one-way rental and logistically simpler than shipping a packed van’s worth of gear. That’s not even mentioning the free road trip I get out of this. The quickest route back to Boston involves passing through a lot of the same regions of the country we will have just spent nearly 3 months cycling through, and that seems a little lame. We will instead drive up to Seattle, then cut across the Northern states and hit some awesome national parks. After zooming through the Rust Belt, we will end this 10-day road trip with a journey into Northern Vermont and New Hampshire. I’m really excited for this drive, but I have to get to San Francisco first!
The general route for getting back to Boston
Dinner time came and our lovely hosts at the Lamar Christian Church invited us to their Friday community dinner. There was a great variety of food brought in from various members of the church. It was quite a feast. They also do a weekly viewing of a TV show, this time the House of David. It was very dramatic and entertaining.
Watching the House of David
Following dinner, I, Sarah, and Ruth went on a walk around town. We had a great time.
Lots of cycling culture in this small townRuth and Sarah on a strollSecond selfie of the blog
Crossing into Colorado is a sign of the beginning of the end of one of the longest stretches of the trip. The Great Plains have been both boring and eventful and were the first segment of this trip completely new to me. I’m glad to be leaving, but the many days on Highway 50 have been a nice kind of predictable. I knew what to expect day after day, whether good or bad. It gave my mind space to think about other things. The Rockies will bring real challenge back to the trip. Tune in next time to the single hardest day of the trip: crossing the Continental Divide.
hello again! after i (sarah) took over tian’s blog about a week and a half ago, she took over mine, so it’s been a second since you’ve heard from me (especially since i’m posting this a few days late…sorry everyone. and you mom, especially). but i’m back, writing from the great plains—specifically, kansas!
today, we departed from the historic home of the voth’s after our 6th out of 10 learning festivals the day before at the fairly new newton public library. after 4 hours of teaching (both rewarding and EXHAUSTING), i had popped over to a cafe across the street to grab a quick snack with greta and joseph, then came back and read for an hour or so. it was such a nice, peaceful moment: i’m already missing that quaint little library in the middle of nowhere kansas…📚
some of my reads at the newton public libary: i was first introduced to fredrik backman in early high school, love his work!
ANYWAYS, getting back on track! i woke up a little before 7am in the upstairs living room among a pile of air mattresses sleeping my fellow spokies. i had a little bit of last night’s breakfast burrito from the mexican place our hosts had so kindly treated us to for dinner yesterday, did my usual personal and bike preparations (including making my electrolyte water concoctions that i like to call “potions”–today was a mix of watermelon salt and orange gatorade powders 🍉🍊), and departed around 8:30am. i’ve been a fan of the slightly early start: 8 or 9 isn’t SUPER early anyway, and we usually get to our place for the night with a good amount of time left in the evening, and still have plenty of time throughout the day to bike at a moderate pace, and have ample time at rest stops.
this was too good 🌯
good morning from newton!
bike set-up! was planning on doing a gear tour for me and my bike, but that will have to wait for another blog…
leg 1 was about 18 miles long, so a bit on the longer side. i made my way out of town playing a folk mix off of spotify, which felt appropriate for the quiet morning hours. after catching up to ruth and ramona (a common pairing on the road these days), i also caught up to tian, who proceeded to non-consensually draft me for the next 10 miles!!! every time i thought i had finally got a bit of space, the shadow of her helmet would appear at my feet…scary 😨 the kwik shop finally appears in the distance, the girls all wait around and snack for a bit, then decide to keep going without waiting for the car—greta was going grocery shopping 🛒
because joseph has (for SOME unknown reason) been trying to be frugal with rest stops, leg 2 was 21 miles long. the fastest way i’ve found to make the time go by on the bike is to talk to people, either with my teammates in-person or over the phone with friends and family from back home/MIT. for this stretch, the terrific trio of ruth, ramona, and sarah returns! we bike along a train carrying whole AIRPLANES ✈️, i send a selfie to my parents after my dad texts and reveals that he’s stalking my location, and we play a few songs from spongebob while rolling into rest stop 2. while joseph gets points for choosing a cafe, he loses more for it being closed. thankfully, a kind stranger invites us into his office right next door for some AC! i eat an UNGODLY variety and quantity of fruit courtesy of greta that included an apple, strawberries, AND raspberries, and our friendly stranger tells us about how he is finishing up grad school soon and hoping to work in south america! we share our socials, give our thanks, and head on our way. if you’re reading this kind stranger, good luck on your future travels! 🌎
country roadsss
reno mention? (nevada is in our future)
hello ruth and ramona! hello dad and mom!
TRAIN 🚂
our kind stranger’s office!
fruits galore 🍎🍓🫐
my apple
leg 3 is once again 21 miles. SERIOUSLY 😐 i set off for a solo segment to grind through some mileage, and while i’m jamming out to some tunes and enjoying the scenery, i get a text in a group chat of some of my high school friends. it’s a screenshot from snapchat maps of my location, with the app claiming that i’m driving, and one of my friends claiming that i’m CHEATING!!! i immediately send picture and video evidence to prove that i am NOT cheating—i’m just. that. fast 😎🔥 this leads to a catch-up call with another one of my high school friends: i tell her about where we stay, what we eat (which has been AMAZING), biking, teaching—everything spokes. one day i will post a blog with an deep, introspective section on people, since we’ve met so many AMAZING ones on our spokes journey. but for now, this blog continues…eventually, i turn around and see everyone minus tian (so, ruth, ramona, charles, AND joseph) right behind me! i slow down for a sec and join them, and after hanging up the phone, we all take on the next 2 miles of VERY loose and slippery dirt—thankfully, we all make it out with no falls, just quite a few close calls…soon after we all catch up to tian, and we have a rare almost full group ride going into rest stop 3! 💗 we all descend upon the seats inside of the oasis convenience store for some food and more scratch offs courtesy of charles. i ultimately decide to buy the ice cream sandwich i had been eyeing (hey, it had EXTRA chocolate chips on the rim), and share with some of the people still around at the store. i try to give my last bite to charles, but drop it on the floor. sorry, i owe you one 😦
selfie of evidence 📸
loving the greenery!
all together now (if you squint)
🍪🍦
slightly shorter at 17 miles, i ended up tag teaming leg 4 with joseph on my side (after drafting him without asking for around 4-5 miles…), and the duo of ruth and ramona in my front (thanks for some wind coverage!) we talked about deciding on our majors, classes we took in high school, and general academic stuff, and before we knew it, the rest stop was just ahead! but before we quite make it, my mom calls asking for updates, so i had to put a pause on joseph and i’s conversation (of all the spokies, he probably understands the “mom calls” the most). after a quick convo, i say my love you’s and goodbyes, apologize to joseph, and we pull into a nice shaded rest area with some informational signs on the local wildlife. i charge my phone in the bathroom, we snack and debate over some questionable…safety posters, and then head off for our last leg.
hello joseph!
wow 💚
lovely rest stop
signs!
our final leg for the day was only 14 miles! i love when our last leg is a short “sprint,” so the energy was high as we set off for even more fields (a typical sight these days) and the occasional clump of trees. we resume our formation from the previous leg (now including charles), and we start a group discussion on travel before splitting into side conversations. joseph tells me about colombia—his mom’s side is from there, and he’s been there a few times himself. it’s so mountainous (due to the andes mountain range) that driving anywhere takes FOREVER because you have to take various detours to avoid unclimbable summits, has these very unique ecosystems called “cloud forests” that occur due to a mix of high altitude and intense moisture, and is one of the most biodiverse places in the WORLD! 🏔️☁️🌿
hearing how passionate he was about his roots was very moving, and got me thinking about my own roots…or lack thereof. i’m (guessing) that i’m a mix of various countries in europe (but probably mostly germany). no matter the case, that was generations ago: since then, we’ve just been hopping around the states. that…impermanence (is the best way i can put it) makes me feel like i’m missing out on something sometimes: not having anything “well grounded” to look back on and connect, or celebrate, or share with others. i think if there is something i can look back on with pride, though—if i have any “heritage” or “legacy”—it would be the sacrifices my predecessors near and far made for me to be simply…here. i will probably never know their names, their struggles, their accomplishments…but so much went into my very existence—COUNTLESS generations of triumph and toil—there has to be some dignity in that, even if my ancestry is a bit muddy.
can you tell i’ve had a lot of time to think? anyways 😀
after i took some pictures of the welcome signs, we stroll into the quaint town of macksville—and by stroll, i mean i force the group to wait while i snap my photos and then joseph and i (after some sneaky scheming) proceed to sprint ahead of them to get to the front of the shower queue (i let them have their spots back, don’t worry, i’m not that mean). we are warmly welcomed by our hosts at the macksville christian church with the promise of fajitas for dinner! i shower, and ishaq finally arrives after ditching us the day before (he was visiting his mom in oklahoma city so…valid). to apologize for his absence (i assume), he brings a bag of nigerian snacks and some meat pies in a tin. i enjoy what doesn’t have nuts as an appetizer, and our lovely dinner is served soon after ishaq’s grand entrance. i expressed a desire to watch chicken little, but i accidentally fell asleep for 1-2 hours…i was a little disoriented so i’m not entirely sure, but i slept pretty late into the evening. whoops. i proceeded to devour 2 bowls of sugary cinnamon toast crunch (or as we loving call it, “CTC”) in a late evening burst of hunger, and against ALL odds, slept pretty good that night!
the quad
macksville we are here!
signs pt. 2
ishaq’s snackies
snack/food box chaos
din din 🌮
i leave you with my usual ramblings and many additional introspective thoughts. hope you enjoyed, and see you next time for our learning festival in denver, co! ⛰️🧪
My day began like most of my other days on Spokes — smashing the snooze button on my phone alarm and cursing previous-night Charles. This time, the offense was a 7-player Smash Bros session in the church basement the night before. I can probably count on two hands the number of times I’ve played Smash Bros in my life, but Ishaq was literally playing by himself against the CPU and it was honestly getting sad to watch. “One game I promise” morphed into “last game” turned into “last game, swear, for real” (not in fact the last game). However, Greta was (un)characteristically the voice of reason and shooed us to bed since she was sleeping on the couch in front of the TV, so all in all, it was a fun and not terribly regrettable 20 minute delay of our bedtimes. Once I cleared the cobwebs and hazy memories of spamming Ness’ PK Fire attack from my addled early morning brain, I began my morning routine and we all got out the door by 8am SST1.
Today was the first of many days from now on that we will be biking along US route 50. Despite a few shortcomings (the occasional stinky manure smell; no shade to protect us from the sun; random gusts of wind from passing semitrucks; the neverending, flat, and often repetitive scenery), the pros (spacious shoulders; smooth, paved asphalt; no climbs) make the riding physically fast and painless, leaving only the mental fight against boredom. Over the course of the past month, I’ve been developing my personal arsenal of defenses against the lack of external stimulation on my rides.
Comically wide shoulder
I busted out my first boredom defense by biking and chatting with Ramona on our way to the first rest stop. We talked about extreme physical endurance feats and Ramona sung high praises about one of her favorite topics in the whole world — mountain bike orienteering. For the uncultured, that’s orienteering (a sport where you navigate using only map and compass to find waypoints, usually in some sort of natural setting like a forest) on a mountain bike. Before we knew it, we pulled into Phillips 66, almost 20 miles in.
Greta had snapped her rear derailleur cable on the ride over. Conveniently, Joseph, the driver for the day, rocks the same frame size as Greta (despite being a very differently sized human; Greta has freakishly long legs apparently). The plan was for Greta to use Joseph’s bike for the rest of the day. After adjusting Joseph’s entire bike fit and preparing to leave, Greta’s nose starts bleeding. Profusely. So, with two signs from the big man upstairs, she finally takes a hint and realizes perhaps biking is not in the cards for her today. Ishaq cries PR sabotage.
Also, Ruth whips out a tub of left over ice cream and we eat some. Great job, Ruth.
OmmNommm
Back on the road, Ramona calls her family, who are in Latvia and taking a road trip (“so they have no excuse not to pick up”). I try out my second trick and ring my family as well. Coincidentally, they are also on a road trip. I roll in to rest stop 2 feeling adequately entertained and ready to eat lunch. Greta and Joseph arrive at the rest stop a little late (a lot late for a few of the other bikers who were 20 minutes ahead of me) after checking out a local nature preserve a kind stranger had recommended at the last rest stop. I eat my sandwiches and invest (read: scratch lotto tickets).
Sights from Joseph and Greta’s adventure. Greta convinces Joseph to “run” a trail with him. Air quotes around “run” because both of this man’s feet are firmly attached to the ground smh
The rest stop is in a kind of ghost town. Halfway through our time in Cedar Point, a guy (who actually lives there!) pulls up in a pickup truck, and we ask questions about the town. It’s not quite a ghost town actually, but mostly deserted. The entire county is 20 miles square but only has 3,000 residents — they have more cattle than people. Most of the buildings in the town closed down after the school shuttered about 25 years ago. The bank is technically still operational, but only by appointment. We also learned that the town used to be the first location of Heckendorn Mowers, a company that developed tricycle mowers with small turn radii to mow grass in cemeteries.
I called my family some more after this rest stop, but their connection ended up being the problematic one, so we gave up. For the third time in the day, I tried a different time-passing technique — listening to music, the tried and true method. I’ve been absolutely jamming out to and falling down the rabbit hole that is the genre of “white girl hardstyle” the past few days. Tuning in each time is a complete game changer, +2 mph boost at least.
I switched over to a normal hardstyle mix at some point and listened to possibly the worst song I’ve ever heard. After this abomination graced my earbuds, I switched back to white girl hardstyle and finished the ride boppingly.
Contrary to popular belief, water exists in Kansas. Still not sure about Nevada
In Newton, we arrived at the home of our hosts, Janet and Orvin. We met Enzo, their adorable, uncoordinated, and slightly clueless dog. We also meet Bill, another biker they are hosting for the night, who is on a self-supported trip across the country. Dinner featured angel hair pasta, marinara sauce (w/ meat for the meat eaters), and Texas toast. Janet and Orvin asked us each to share why we decided to do Spokes. Though we kept getting distracted by side tangents, we all answered, alternating between contemplative reflection and laughter, in true Spokes fashion.
We concluded dinner with Janet’s mulberry pie. Bill asked Orvin to share any stories of the pie’s fame. Turns out it is quite famous — it fetches $500 bids at a bake sale benefit auction Janet and Orvin do every year! I felt slightly guilty and most definitely spoiled whilst scarfing down my ~$50 slice with a healthy heaping of vanilla ice cream, but I think I did the dessert justice. Licked my lips and the plate clean. Absolutely heavenly.
Their house is from the 1800s!
Enzooooooooo
😴
Janet and Orvin had a guest book they asked us each to sign with a page describing ourselves and leaving any contact info we’re comfortable sharing. It was great leafing through the book and reading about everyone else who has passed through their house on a similarly long ride as us. Spokes `24’s entries were in the book as well. Ruth asked me to read them all and just tell her the best one since she was being lazy. I decided the best entry was from no they were all great (except for seven of them :P).
Days like these make me feel so blessed to be assisted by so many kind souls on our trip. From calling my family and friends, to conversations with fellow Spokies, to meeting helpful strangers at rest stops, to our wonderful hosts each night who open their homes and churches to us, it’s been great to experience travel not just as the sights I see, but the people I meet. And on the flip side, Janet and Orvin said something quite poetic about being WarmShowers hosts that will stick with me for quite some time — “traveling is wonderful because you go see the world, but when you host, the world comes to you.”
1SST aka Spokes Standard Time: 30 minutes to an hour later than the given departure time
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